#I don’t really have an explanation for that one

[keferon]

I’ll be honest, I do kind of want to know now what you have planned for Starscream with the kind of worldbuilding you’re describing for death loop au

(*watches curiously*)

OKAY OKAY I M A G I N E . EARTHSPARK UNIVERSE

Blurr: I heard you had absolute blast with the final boss fight~ Congrats on your new hero role, Primus knows you’re so annoying when you backstab everyone all the time

Starscream: …………..

Blurr: You…..usually more enthusiastic about being on a good side...Star?

Starscream: ………..you remember the girl I was talking about earlier? Hashtag.

Blurr: One of the Terrans? Yeah. You want help filling adoption papers hmmmmm?~~~

Starscream: I think I might’ve killed her..

Blurr: What do you mean???

Starscream: I wasn’t supposed to do all this stuff! The whole thing with those kids and.. I saw Megatron living his best life with Ghost and humans and those Terrans and I thought that MAYBE. For ONCE. For once I could try to make a difference you know. To have something to myself besides being a fucking heartless traitor!

Blurr: ….….you went against the rules…Star you know how it always ends.

Starscream: She believed me. She made an actual fucking effort to understand me instead of blindly trusting Megatron as everyone always did! But of course I can’t just have that can I??

Blurr: …

Starscream: I see the signs already. The way she keeps mentioning things she wants to do with me in the future. And other Cons keep joking that she is the only person who is crazy enough to care about me. This universe is going to take her away to justify my stupid villain arc!

Blurr: But she isn’t dead yet right??

Starscream: ……..I need to make sure it stays that way. I’ll regain control over Decepticons. Do something about that Embersone or. I don’t fucking know. This world needs another stupid villain to defeat

Blurr: Can you at least give her some explanation? She will think you betrayed her. And everyone.

Starscream: She’d be safer just hating me. Protagonists who make friends with villains are always end up in some ugly mess.

The season two of Earthspark happens and no one understands what is going on. Starscream suddenly becomes a villain and Terrans have to fight him. He..isn’t really trying that hard. Just doing the bare minimum to pass as his usual evil self. Megatron gets to live his happy life being loved by Terrans and somewhat respected by the Autobots. Hashtag thinks Starscream was nothing but a stupid liar after all.

[weepy-ange1]

𐙚𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬⋆.•̩̩͙*˚ ❀

Contains; Somnophilia; It’s based off of a MSI song; I linked it in the title; MDNI!!! This can get a bit mean? Or nasty; lots of cursing; also idk what I’m doing i haven’t watched I’m just gooning; this is more about mark than you so he doesn’t really kiss you or focus on your pleasure (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥)

Not proofread!!

Pairings; Mohawk!Mark x reader

Gen; Fem!

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“Those sluts couldn’t compare to you, and they still can’t. Besides I don’t care if you’re not my, ___, controlling you makes me better.”

Someone meaningless, insignificant, is what he needed.

Someone to control and make him feel alive.

And who better than his naive, loser, of a childhood friend, who didn’t know any better?

On his plot to takeover the world, you had refused him, punched and kicked, and pissed him off until he snapped. And man did he regret it in the end. He sulked for days, trying to find a replacement.

Never did tho, until he was offered that deal.

He put two and two together, realizing, another dimension means another you.

Which also means he’ll do it right this time. He won’t play the long game like he did last time. No, this time he will take what he wants, when he wants it.

It didn’t take him much time to find your apartment, realizing how dumb this mark was for not taking you sooner. Who could pass up on such a cute and stupid brat like yourself?

Obviously you were a bit different in this world, different styles and room decor than the last one but hey, if you still got the body and attitude he doesn’t gaf.

He wanted to surprise you, make you feel a bit uneasy. So he waited until your back was turned to tap on windows or even sneak in to move some items.

Which gave him a laugh when you would stop and pause trying to give everything a reasonable explanation. How dumb.

Night came fast, and he watched as you crawled into bed.

Being as quiet as possible he admired you. Running gentle fingers up the length of your body. Starting at your hips going to your shoulder. A finger curling around some loose strands, sniffing it a bit. Oh what joy, you even still smell the same.

His hard on can wait he thought, he wanted to taste you first. Get accustomed with your body again, then if you’re good maybe even you.

peeling back the blankets, he dragged his hands up your legs and to your thighs pulling them apart to find some cute underwear, to bad he’s going to rip them apart.

Tossing the shredded clothing somewhere across the room he licked a fat strip up your clit, feeling your hips twitch underneath him felt like heaven. He continued his ministrations on you, pausing every time he thought you’d wake up.

You were prepared enough he thought, now it’s time to wake up.

He dropped your legs for a minute, quickly undressing and leaving his suit discarded with your torn underwear before picking back up where he left off.

Dick hard and painful he didn’t waste time plunging into you without mercy. Not like he believed you deserved it. Especially with how you acted before. It’s like your punishment for not coming with him.

The painful stretch woke you up with a shout. Startled and confused, you looked up to see your best friend, or what looked like him? His hair and devious smile threw you off. “Mark?!” You moaned, feeling his cock relentlessly fucking into you.

Mark just laughed at your reaction, “that’s me, baby! The one and only, not to mention your new boyfriend.”

Before you could question him, his hand went to your throat, his gaze turning mean and annoying, but his movements didn’t stop, “you know, you were a total bitch to me before. You wouldn’t just do what I say? Accidentally killed you because of that.”

His grunts becoming louder as his pace sped up. Lewd sounds of your cunt filled the room, and it made your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and fear. He killed you?! What have you gotten yourself into..

“Listen sweet cheeks, I’ve been needing someone as meaningless as you to justify my existence. So I gotta thank you.” He said pushing your knees to your chest, hitting that one spot that has you seeing stars.

“Nobody feels like you do, you just give me that feeling! One glance at you and I’m so hard. It’s almost painful. Good thing you’ll take care of it from now on. Right?” His hand slapped your face a bit, trying to bring you back to the moment. Seeing your blissed out face got his blood rushing straight to his dick. You nodded a bit. Trying to respond to him was a bit difficult, with your moans becoming louder and more frequent.

He wanted more, needed more. Mark needed to feel his cum dripping out of your sweet cunt. He was already enjoying the feeling of it fluttering around him and squeezing him so tightly every time he hit your cervix. It was amazing to him.

And you had to admit this was the best sex you had in a long time. You felt wanted, maybe even used, but it was so good, so delicious and wrong. You felt that coil in your stomach tighten.

“Mark! M’gonna- gonna cum!” You moaned, head falling back into the pillows, hips jolting with every thrust.

“Go ahead, baby. Think you earned it for taking me so good.” He laughed, feeling your cunt spasming around him sent shivers down his spine as he unloaded his cum into you.

Yet he continued fucking you through your orgasams and into overstimulation. Which only made him shake his head as heard pleas falling from your pouty lips.

“Please-! Slow down, can’t, mphmf- take it! Dont even know you..” you whined as he switched positions easily. Manhandling you like it was nothing. Dick pistoning back in you with your ass against his hips, and a hand pushing your head into the pillows.

“I. don’t. think so, babe. You’re gonna have to take it. Those sluts couldn’t compare to you, and they still can’t. Besides I don’t care if you’re not my, ___, controlling you makes me better. So, I say when we’re done.” He grunted, punctuating some of his words with his thrusts.

Before you could even comprehend his words he leaned down and whispered, “Fucking you will make me stronger.”

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Guys I’ve don’t write smut well so this might’ve sucked! Anyways thanks for making it this far! Bye!!

[merrybloomwrites]

A Livestream Love Story

Summary: Your story with Spencer, as told in a series of livestreams.

Word Count: 3.1K

AN: I got 2 requests (request 1, request 2) that had to do with livestreams, and decided to do a story much like my "Podcast Love Story" oneshot. Hope you enjoy!

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Rocking Out In Guitar Hero 

“Are we live?” Spencer says as the livestream officially starts broadcasting. 

“It’s live,” Brennen answers from behind the camera. 

“Wait, actually right now?” Spencer asks. 

“Yes, right now,” Brennen confirms. 

“Wow, that was too chill,” Spencer says before launching into an explanation about today's livestream. He and Courtney will be playing Guitar Hero, and they’ve managed to upload some of their favorite songs to play. 

For the next half hour, they show off their skills for all the people watching. 

You’ve been busy filming another show and happen to end early, meaning you can pop in and watch them stream for a little while. You try not to be spotted, not wanting to interrupt of course, but also not wanting anyone to see the way you swoon over Spencer. 

The crush you’ve been harboring on him since you started working at Smosh has only continued to grow. Keeping it hidden has been getting more difficult, and peaking in to watch him now is probably a bad idea. 

Because for some reason, him absolutely effortlessly shredding on Guitar Hero is way more attractive than it has any right to be. You try not to stare too much, but the way his fingers move so dexterously on the keys has you feeling some sort of way. 

Of course you can’t hide for long, and soon enough Courtney is calling you over to join them. 

“Y/N, were you a guitar hero girlie?” Spencer asks. 

“Well I played a lot as a kid but it’s been awhile. Might be rusty,” you answer.  

“Give it a go,” Spencer says. He stands, shifting and brushing up against you in the small space. Trying not to blush at the contact you sit in his now empty chair and Courtney passes you the guitar. 

You scroll through the songs, reading comments from the chat as you try to find one you want to play. 

Seeing a comment about how well Spencer is playing, you say, “I feel like people don’t know how good of a guitar player you really are.”

“You actually do play guitar,” He says, leading you to reply, “Yea but you actually play guitar too!”

Courtney smiles watching the two of you compliment each other, then gets surprised when you hand her the controller asking her to pick a song for you. 

After finally settling on “That’s What You Get” by Paramore you put it on medium, not wanting to embarrass yourself by failing on hard mode. 

You begin to play, chatting with the others as you do and you’re pleasantly surprised by how well you do. You’re especially happy when Spencer compliments you at the end. 

Though you try it head out once you’re done, but Courtney encourages you to stay for one more song. You watch as Spencer plays “Five Nights at Freddy’s”. Since it’s one of the songs they uploaded, it only has one difficulty: extreme. 

That’s no problem for Spencer, as he begins to shred on this toy guitar, barely missing any notes. You dance around, covering up how badly you want to just stare at his hands as he plays. 

Once it’s done you compliment him another time before thanking them for having you on and leaving the stream. You have a meeting starting soon, but you detour to the bathroom for a minute. You take some deep breaths, splash a little water on your face, and tell yourself to get your feelings under control. 

We Stream Resident Evil 8 For The First Time

You’re not entirely sure how you got roped into this. Well, you kind of knew, but it all happened so fast! 

You weren’t supposed to be on this livestream. It was meant to be Spencer playing with Amanda and Angela watching, just like in the recorded series. 

But Angela came down with a stomach bug, and here you are, filling in for her. You’re not a big fan of these games, the jump scares and freaky characters really creeping you out. Which of course is the reason you got picked. Because they knew you’d have big reactions which makes for good entertainment. 

So while you don’t love these games, you confirm you’re on board when Spencer checks in with you right before streaming. 

The three of you get set up, you next to Spencer with Amanda behind the two of you. Before you know it, the stream begins, and Spencer starts explaining everything to the audience. 

It’s only a minute later that he starts the game, and the first jump scare occurs. You and Amanda both yell at him to get away from the monster, and he tells you guys that it’s a cutscene and he has no control yet. 

“Oh, Y/N, you should close your eyes,” Spencer says. “You won’t like this part.” 

Choosing to trust him, you shut your eyes until he says it’s safe to open. You’d heard Amanda shout out but couldn’t tell exactly what had happened. 

“Spencer just killed a pig!” She says when you turn to her, confused. 

“I had to! I needed to get food,” he says to defend himself. 

You’re glad that he’d warned you, since seeing that play out definitely would have upset you. 

As the stream continues, you start to get more into it, asking questions and even giving out some helpful ideas. 

There are a couple parts that make you anxious, and as though he can sense this, Spencer leans his leg against yours. It’s hidden beneath the desk, ensuring no one will see, and that simple connection helps you stay relaxed. 

At one point Spencer pauses, saying that he has a headache and is suddenly not feeling well. He asks for water and you don’t hesitate to grab yours to share with him, truly worried by him suddenly acting like this. But a moment later Alex hands him a bottle of water, and Spencer sprays some of it on his hand.

You and Amanda both shout out, realizing that this was just a bit, since the character is always healing himself by spraying water on his hand.

“We were worried about you!” Amanda yells at him.

He just laughs, and you roll your eyes fondly, admitting that he did a good job at fooling the two of you. It’s nearing the end of the stream, so he unpauses and plays a little longer.

Just before you hit the three hour mark, there’s one final jumpscare. It startles you so badly that you nearly tip your chair over and fall. Amanda quickly steadies the chair while Spencer reaches out to grab your arm.

It’s clear you’re flustered when you sit back up, and you hope people will assume it’s because you nearly fell, and not because of how it felt to have Spencer’s hand on you.

After the stream is over, Spencer thanks you for filling in at the last minute. And just like that, the three hours of anxiety and elevated heart rates is worth it.

Seriously Super Stupid Sleepover: Charity Livestream 

“Welcome to the Seriously Super Stupid Sleepover!” Ian shouts as the livestream officially starts. 

“For the first time ever, we are doing a 24 hour charity stream,” Anthony says. “This is for a cause near and dear to us, and we want to start by saying we appreciate every dollar you all donate over the next day.”

“We have lots of activities planned, and various guests will be joining us, so get ready!” Ian adds.

You’re sitting in the conference room with some of your coworkers, watching the start of the stream. Since it’s going from noon on Friday until noon on Saturday, you’ve all been given a schedule of the times you’re set to appear on screen.

It’s been a big undertaking planning for this, but you know it will be worth it. Not only is it for a good cause, but there’s the added bonus of everyone getting the following Monday and Tuesday off. 

You’re not actually appearing on screen until that evening, but once you’re on, you’re there for a while. You know you should try and squeeze a nap in at some point in the afternoon, but you know that you’re likely going to be too excited to manage that.

You watch as the squad kicks off the stream with a classic TNTL, followed by George Primavera leading some of the Games crew in a new tabletop RPG. This together fills the first couple of hours, and you decide to head back to your desk to continue doing some work there. 

“Hey, Y/N, dinner’s ready in the conference room,” Kiana says, bringing you back to reality. You’d gotten lost in your writing, and it was a surprise how much time had passed. You grab something to eat, and by the time you’re done, it’s past 7pm. No time to take a nap now, since you’re due to stream in less than an hour. So of course, you make yourself a latte using the new fancy machine in the kitchen, and drink it as you get yourself ready to appear live. 

The first show you’re appearing on is Beopardy. It’s one of your favorites, since you love trivia, and it gets your energy up for the night. You get a quick break while some pre-recorded content plays, and then you’re back on for Angela’s funeral roast. Due to the number of people involved, this one takes quite a while, and by the time that session is done, it’s already 10PM, and you’ve been on screen for nearly 3 straight hours. 

You get a short break while Anthony does an interview with Mac. During that time, the rest of you change into pajamas for the overnight portion of the stream. 

Now dressed in your starry pajama pants and oversized Smosh crewneck sweatshirt, you wander into the kitchen looking for a quick snack. 

Spencer notices when you walk in, and he gives you a smile as well as a package of your favorite cookies. You thank him with a shy smile of your own, and the two of you chat for a few minutes. 

You haven’t seen him for a while. He’d been on the stream early and had a break, during which he managed to squeeze in a nap. But now he’s back, joining you, Olivia, Courtney, and Noah for some classic sleepover games. 

You start with the awkward dance party, and then do the Urban Dictionary Challenge, where one of you reads out a term from urban dictionary and the rest have to guess the definition. 

As it nears midnight, you all settle on the couches for a couple of Jackbox games. Due to the late hour, it’s no surprise that the answers you all give grow sillier and sillier. 

In the very early hours of the morning, you find yourself on the couch, Spencer on one side, Amanda on the other. There are a few other people on chairs throughout the room, and you’re all set to play Geoguesser. 

Half of your group is very clearly hopped up on caffeine, especially Angela, while the other half is starting to fade with sleepiness. You fall into the second category. It’s especially hard to stay awake since this game doesn’t need too much input from you. 

Amanda notices your eyelids getting heavy and drops a blanket in your lap. You bring your legs up on the couch, curling them under you and wrap yourself in the blanket. Within seconds you’re cozy enough to fall asleep, but you fight off the drowsiness. Luckily, you recognize the next location to pop up, and it re-energizes you for a second as you lead the others to find the right place on the map. 

But that energy doesn’t last long, and soon your eyes start to droop shut again. Not realizing what you’re doing, you shift to get comfortable, your head resting on Spencer’s shoulder. The rest of the group notices that you’re asleep, and while they make a couple jokes about it, no one tries to bother you and wake you up. 

You stay like that for the next twenty minutes as they finish playing the game. Occasionally you’ll move and snuggle closer to Spencer, and he does his best to hide the pleased smiles that your actions cause. It’s clear to anyone paying attention how soft he truly is for you.

When the segment ends another pre-recorded commercial airs, giving you all some time to exit the set. 

Spencer gently nudges you until he sees your eyes blink open. You’re confused, then embarrassed, but overall, what you feel most is tired. 

“C’mon, let’s get you to the lounge, they’ve got beds set up,” he says. Spencer then wraps his arms around you, helping you stand and guiding you to one of the free air mattresses. You’re both quiet, not wanting to wake anyone who’s already asleep. 

You lay down and Spencer tucks the blanket around you, saying a soft goodnight before finding a mattress of his own. 

A few hours later you wake up, still groggy but at least somewhat rested. Looking around you see a few people still sleeping, so you tiptoe out of the room. 

You get dressed and freshen up, knowing you’ll be appearing in the stream one more time. All cast is expected to participate for the last hour, making sure to close out the stream with a bang. 

There are a few people hanging in the conference room so you grab some breakfast and join them. You stay there for a bit, and a minute before you’re going to head back to the set, Spencer walks in. 

Suddenly, memories of the night before enter your brain, and you realize what had happened. What you’d done. 

You’d fallen asleep, on the live, with your head on Spencer’s shoulder. 

And you’re now mortified. Spencer gives you a soft smile, but you don’t have a chance to talk to him since you need to get back to the stream. 

One last commercial break airs, allowing you all to get set up. When you’re live again, everyone starts to banter, talking about the last day. You’re happy to hear that you weren’t the only one to fall asleep in front of everyone, though it seems you were the only one who used a coworker as a pillow. 

Finally, it’s time for Anthony and Ian to wrap everything up. They thank the audience for all the kind donations, and suddenly, the stream is over. 

A couple crew members who weren’t working overnight are set to drive everyone home, so that no one drives while sleep deprived. Which means you don’t get a chance to talk to Spencer before leaving, as you don’t want to hold up the other people in your car. 

Then comes the long weekend. Which is lovely and a nice, well appreciated break. But you can’t stop thinking about what happened Thursday night. You’ve already seen the moment clipped and giffed online, people clearly starting to ship the two of you. 

Even after days of thinking of what to say, you still avoid Spencer when you do get back to work. You’re embarrassed by your actions, and afraid of what he might think of you. But at the end of the day, Spencer asks you to talk, and you take a deep breath, knowing you can’t avoid this any longer.

The two of you sit in an empty office, and it’s quiet for a moment. You bite the bullet and break the silence, saying, “Sorry for passing out on you the other night.”

Spencer shifts in his seat, and you hate that you’ve clearly made him uncomfortable. But then his answer is something you never would have expected. 

“Truthfully, I didn’t mind. I uhm, it was nice. I liked that you were close to me,” he says. You notice the way he looks down as he says it, the slight pink on his cheeks that wasn’t there before. 

“Really?” you ask and he nods, his confirmation giving you the confidence to admit, “I liked it too.”

“You did?”

“I did. I mean, I know I was asleep but I’ve seen some of the gifs and it just makes me happy.”

Spencer takes a deep breath and says, “Y/N, do you want to go on a date? With me?”

You’re surprised by the question, but quickly steady yourself enough to answer, “I would like that.”

And just like that, a moment you thought would forever embarrass you has instead led to the happiest outcome. 

Teaching Y/N Fortnight

It’s been a few months since the charity livestream and the subsequent start of your and Spencer’s relationship. You haven’t exactly gone public with it, but you haven’t kept it a total secret either. Fans have started to speculate, and you guys are okay with that.

You’re just not ready to make it publicly official yet.

It’s a Thursday afternoon, and you’re once again getting ready to do a livestream, this time one where Spencer will be teaching you to play Fortnight. 

He gives you a quick kiss before you both settle in for the stream, and it causes you to smile, as his shows of affection always do.

Making sure to be professional, you turn to the camera as Alex gives you the warning that the livestream is about to begin. Spencer does the intro, then gets into teaching you all of the controls and objectives of the game. 

A few minutes in, there’s a slight issue that leads to Spencer having to leave the room to fix something, while Alex sits at the computer to solve the problem on that end. 

While this is happening you’re trying to keep the viewers entertained, making jokes and telling some stories that you hope they’ll find interesting. 

“You know, I have to admit something,” you say.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Alex questions.

“I’ve played Fortnight before. Not enough to be good! But like, I kind of already know all the basic stuff.”

“So why let Spencer explain it all?” Alex asks.

“He just gets so excited to teach! It’s cute,” you explain.

And yea, you know the fans will be freaking out with that moment. And this being a livestream, you get to see those comments in real time.

Once the tech problem is solved, Spencer comes back and sees the way chat is freaking out, and asks what happened. Without hesitation, the viewers immediately tell him your admission, leading to him pretending like his pride has been ruined. 

But when he sees why you kept the secret from him, he can’t help but melt a little inside.

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AN: Thank you for reading, and thank you to those who sent in the requests that made this happen!

[meathunt]

LittleLamb

Yandere sheriff

TW none i think :]

-------------* . ` ✧*˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♤  ꒱ ˎˊ˗  * ✧`.  *------------- You closed the hood of your rented car with more force than it was needed, you give up, you can say in your expert opinion that your engine is completely dead, no matter what you tried it didn’t work.

Squatting you took out your phone, the same black screen that has been there for the last hour was looking back at you. You knew that you had low battery before you started this road trip but you guessed you would just charge it in your car, to then find out 2 hours in that you somehow took the wrong cable when packing, but even then you decided that it was no biggie, just buy one on the next gas station you come across right?

WRONG

Now look at you, on the ground in a complete deserted road, with a dead car, the night and cold fastly approaching, and no way of communication to get help. You were deciding if it was worth it to walk back on your own and hope for the best.

You could only guess one to two hours have passed, no other car appeared on the road, and the darkness has fallen around you.

Deciding at last minute to not leave your car you huddle up inside it, opening your bag and bundling up as it started to get rather cold inside. You won’t even lie, you are very scared, not knowing what will happen to you, or if someone is even looking for you, after all you were going to meet with some friends, but to reach their city it would be at least a whole day more of travel on car.

Curling up inside on the back seat, you hopped tomorrow would be a better day, or to at least wake up with a better idea of what to do.

A knock on your window startled you awake, making you sit up in a second, and then feel that your back was killing you, if you can help it you won’t ever sleep on a car again.

Another knock got your attention, and turning to the window you freeze in place.

An intimidating man towers over your window, salt and pepper beard framing his face, he motions for you to get out and you follow suit.

Now outside you can get more details about him, he has a brown hat, a little bit old but it adds personality, he seems to be in some kind of uniform, and his car confirms that he is in fact a sheriff.

“So?” he straightens up, towering above you “Can I ask what a child is doing alone sleeping in a car? Are you runnin’ away from somewhere kiddo? Stole your Dad's truck on the way out?”

Relief flows in you as you crane your head to look up at him “No sir! I actually was on a trip to X city” You tell him with a smile “But I got stranded out here with no signal”

He looks you over with a frown, making you nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt “¿On a road trip alone?” You nod, and you could have sworn that his frown deepens, but before you can really see he goes near your car “Then, what’s the problem with this thing?” He looks at your car “Don’t think you slept there for fun “

You give him an embarrassed smile and launch onto an explanation of what you think is wrong, after all you have almost no experience with fixing cars so you really are taking shots in the dark, and by his amused expression on the solutions you tried, you most likely were making a fool of yourself.

The sun still wasn’t waking up, how early was it? You yawned when you finished the explanation “You know, you most likely will have to pay an arm and a leg to tow it to the closest mechanic” He looked over your car “I can give you ride into town, let you crash in my place, after all is way too early for anything to be open. The town is a little bit out of the way from the road, but I’m guessing is better than staying out here, ay?”

Still feeling the pain of sleeping in your car, and the relief of seeing someone else you don’t even take a second and accept his office.

The drive is filled with your excited talking about any and all topics, talking about your trip, and the stress of your day to day, about how happy you were about taking a vacation. His responses aren’t cold, but they are short and to the point, but not in an unfriendly way, you feel heard and when you push it, he actually engages with you, telling you about the town and the people that live in it, what he does and what not.

You two finally reach his home, after the trip where you saw some crops and barns on the way, you arrive at a small property, small may be a stretch, but comparing it with the neighbors it qualifies as so, he helps carrying your bag even when you assure him you can do it, and he brings you to a guest room. You sit at the bed, jumping a little bit on it, it’s surprisingly comfortable for a guest room, tempting you to just plop down on it and sleep for a while, when the man, Elijah you learned on the way here, enters the room again, giving you some clothes “Don’t think I have something that will fit you Kiddo, but this will do”

You try to deny it, not wanting to give him more trouble than you already have, but he insists, giving you that fatherly look that means he will not back down, so at the end you accept it and the hot drink he later brings you. You promise yourself that you will rest for a bit and wake up tomorrow so you can help out and try to give back some of the kindness he is showing you.

20 minutes in and you are absolutely knocked out, Elijah enters your room to ask you if you need anything else but when he sees you he smiles, turning off the light and covering you with the blankets. You really can’t take care of yourself on your own huh?

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[hesagoodone]

Hi, thank you for taking the time and trouble to whip up a proper reply, I really appreciate that. :) I also think we are on the same page about a lot of things, actually. Will come to that later.

First, I really, really want to believe that John doesn't care about Mary. Perhaps he doesn't. But then it is Mary whom he chooses above Sherlock, always. He marries her, first of all. Then he forgives her for almost killing Sherlock. Then he blames Sherlock for getting her killed despite knowing how hard Sherlock had tried to protect her. Then he cuts Sherlock off, cruelly, from his life when grieving for Mary. Finally, he literally beats Sherlock to a pulp, presumably out of his grief and anger over Mary's death. Even if the reason is not Mary, he knows Sherlock believes it's because of Mary's death, and John himself confirms it: "He's entitled. I killed his wife."//"Yes, you did."

So, if he does care more about Sherlock than Mary, he does a shit job of showing it. I mean, he really beats the former up for the latter, how on earth are we to infer that he cares more about Sherlock? Or, is it that he hurts those he really cares about? That is even worse, to be honest. I'd rather he not care about Sherlock, then.

You're right that these two NEVER communicate and that just messes things up, royally. However, Sherlock was willing to explain everything, it's John who shuts him up:

JOHN (tightly): I don’t care how you faked it, Sherlock. I wanna know why. SHERLOCK (bewildered): Why? Because Moriarty had to be stopped. (He looks at John’s expression.) SHERLOCK: Oh. ‘Why’ as in ... (He lifts a finger, pointing it in John’s direction. John nods.) SHERLOCK: I see. Yes. ‘Why?’ That’s a little more difficult to explain. JOHN (darkly): I’ve got all night. SHERLOCK (clearing his throat and looking down): Actually, um, that was mostly Mycroft’s idea.

So, John's more interested in knowing the reason behind his own exclusion in the plan, than in the actual reason for The Fall. (Which is understandable, but then he never gets back to that second question at all!) And from here on, John's only interested in who else knew, and before even that can conclude, he's headbutting Sherlock (again). The initial one was fine, really, but after that it's just him not willing to listen anything Sherlock has to say. No wonder Sherlock doesn't bring up the explanation ever again. After this reaction, why would he risk another such outburst?

Also, I don't agree that John has no reason to believe Sherlock suffered in the two years away. He knows it had something to do with Moriarty, an undercover mission, something that took *Sherlock* two whole years, how difficult a deduction is the rest? And if he does believe that Sherlock instead suffers from the loss of John, that's also true.. isn't it? If John can see that suffering, so very obvious throughout S3, and yet do nothing about it or even acknowledge it, then that makes it all even worse.

If John can't forgive Sherlock, and yet insists that he has, then it's a major disservice to both of them. And it's not Sherlock's fault. It leaves Sherlock in that tragic position of having no idea what to do: because how do you apologize to someone who keeps saying that they forgive you and it's all over and everything's back to normal? Like I said before, what is Sherlock even supposed to do? He literally kills a man and flies off to his death to give John the life he wants; if that can not make John trust him, or forgive him, I don't even know what will.

I don't think Sherlock does anything on the show that warrants anyone calling him a monster, least of all John. I don't think there's anything in the world that Sherlock won't do for John, and then to get called a monster by him? I'm just glad Sherlock wasn't around to hear that.

I can't imagine why John would feel as if Sherlock doesn't care about him. The first day they meet, Sherlock's running around London with him to "prove a point" regarding John's cane. Sherlock, who barely ever eats himself, is constantly taking John to restaurants and asking if he's alright, if it's better now, if he's okay. Sherlock calls him a "friend" right in the second episode, the same Sherlock who John knows is alarmed by the very concept of "friends". John himself takes note in his blog of the hurt in Sherlock's eyes for that one second when he thinks John might be Moriarty. The way he's maniacally taking the bomb vest off of John, scared out of his mind! And this is all only the first season. It only grows from here, with Sherlock dying and killing and living for John, and we still have John saying stuff like: "Who would he bother protecting?"

You say that the reason why John is so off-balance is because "Sherlock wasn't supposed to care". That's exactly the opposite of the impression that canon John gives. He's constantly berating Sherlock for not caring enough (I've already quoted lines above). And he's pissed off when Sherlock says that he doesn't have friends, never mind that it's John himself who had corrected friend to colleague. That rather makes one think he *expects* Sherlock to care about him, right?

"Sherlock caring is not a positive." - that's something Mycroft would say, not John. :D I mean, if what you say is true, that he'd rather have a sociopath who doesn't care, I think it makes John way worse (and selfish!) as a character. One, he doesn't even know Sherlock one bit, because he never was a sociopath, even on day one. Two, he'd rather have Sherlock live the anti-social, lonely life that comes along with being a "sociopath", instead of seeing him a well-loved human.

What I do completely agree with, is that the story did indeed exist to make Sherlock suffer. And they made John an asshole to do that, because nothing except John could truly hurt Sherlock.

Sherlock, 4.02 The Lying Detective

[itsraceweekbitches]

LOVEBOMB

summary: You have a manic episode and say things to Max that you don’t really mean. Now it’s time to heal and figure out how to move on. ✤ pairing: Max Verstappen x reader ✤ wc: 2.7k ✤ tags: fem!reader, reader has bipolar disorder ✤ note: The fic is based on Nessa Barrett’s song lovebomb. Yes, I know, she has BPD and it’s about that, but I have no personal experience with it, ‘cause I have bipolar disorder. Song recommendations: lovebomb as previously mentioned, then Kelly Clarkson - Sober.

“That was my WDC trophy! Are you fucking insane?!”

“I don’t give a fuck about your trophy, Max, just answer my question! Or you know what? Fuck it. God, I hate you so much…”

Just like every other couple, you get into fights too. Sometimes over something silly, like who left the upcoming dinner on the kitchen island where the cats could reach it, or bigger ones when you accuse the other of deliberately forgetting an important engagement you’ve planned ages ago.

But that night? It was different. It was intense, and that might be an understatement. You don’t really remember what set you off. Maybe it was something he said without the intention of upsetting you, but he still managed to pull the pin and make you explode. 

Your emotions were running high, the words were flowing out before you could realize exactly what you were saying, and you didn’t even bother to read his expression to know just how much they hurt him. If you had paid attention, you would have known just how bad things were.

Yet, you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. 

Your brain was in overdrive, so many thoughts running through it that you couldn’t even keep track, and the sudden anger pushed your love for him out of the way. 

Max had enough. He told you to message him when you calmed down, until then he was going to give Daniel a visit. And even that wasn’t enough for you to realize just how bad things were, all because you couldn’t keep yourself on a short leash. 

Instead of begging for his forgiveness, you threw some clothes and a few essentials into a suitcase, then headed to a hotel where you were planning to stay until he apologized. Because you didn’t think you were at fault here, not at all. In your mind, it was Max who caused this whole mess, so it was his job to fix things.

It takes you a week to calm down enough to think rationally, to realize maybe it wasn’t his fault but yours. He didn’t mean to hurt or upset you, that was nothing more but an innocent comment, a misfired joke, no more. 

Anxiety slowly fills your brain, especially when you sneak into your shared home to grab a few more clothes along with some belongings that you need now. Without realizing it, you begin to move out, piece by piece. You wonder if he notices—if he cares to notice. Or is he still mad at you? You couldn’t blame him if he was. 

One day, you pick up your phone and open the messaging app you always use, and type a quick message. You don’t expect an answer, of course, you just want him to know what’s on your mind. Just to be sure, in case he’s willing to bury the hatchet.

You: I’m sorry. I really am.

As you expected, there’s no response, but you honestly can’t blame him. It’s just a simple I’m sorry, what’s there to say to that? Maybe one day you’ll have more to say, maybe you’ll have a plausible explanation to what’s happening to you. 

Because earlier that day you had lunch with your best friend, who pointed out things you hadn’t noticed yourself. “Look, don’t get me wrong, you know I love you, but maybe Max didn’t deserve this,” Gisele said cautiously, clearly walking on eggshells. Your friend let out a sigh as she turned her coffee cup around. “What I’m trying to say is that you’ve been… weird lately. You’re irritable, you tend to hurt those you love, you say you can’t sleep, you speak really fast, and you make rushed decisions,” she explained what she had noticed.

Now that you thought about it, she might have been right, and maybe Max noticed too, which eventually led to this big fight between the two of you. “That bad, huh?” you asked quietly, your eyes fixed on your hand that fidgeted with the napkin.

Gisele nodded with a sigh. “I’m saying this as a friend: visit a psychiatrist.”

You decided to take her advice, and so now you’re waiting for the evaluation of the conversations and tests you did at the beginning of this process. It’s been five weeks since that night, but at least now you’re near the finish line, soon you’ll know if there’s something wrong with your brain. 

On a Thursday, shortly after you watch the press conference at the track, you begin to type. It’s not a long message, it’s just a quick update about seeking help and a simple good luck this weekend. As it happened the last time you texted him, the message is left on read, there is no answer from Max. Once again, you can’t blame him, if you were in his shoes, you would be cautious too.

It’s the weekend of the Chinese Grand Prix when he receives yet another message from you, and Max hesitates, having a hard time deciding whether or not he should read it. He read the previous one, he knew you seek professional help, which is good, but is it enough? Let’s say you change, but how long will it last? When will you give up? And even if you won’t give up, what if things go wrong again anyway? 

He hates that he can only think about the worst case scenario, living up to the Doomstappen name, but he doesn’t want to risk giving your relationship another chance, only to end up at the same place. 

And he noticed that your things began to disappear from your shared apartment in the past few weeks, which told him that maybe you don’t want to mend things after all. Maybe you’re just trying to stay friends with him, this is why you keep him updated. Does it hurt? Yes, it does. Because despite everything, despite your changing moods, the highs and the lows, he still loves you. 

Once in his driver's room, he sits on the edge of the bed, then takes a deep breath as he opens the messaging app where your message is waiting, still unread. His thumb hovers above your name, because even though he has made up his mind not long ago, his bravery disappeared now that he’s about to read your message. 

You: Hi. I’m quite sure you don’t care, but I thought I should give you an update. You: But first, there’s another thing. I picked up the last of my stuff from the apartment and gave the keys to Daniel. I’m sorry it took this long, I know you probably wished to throw them out. You: Anyway, the psychiatrist told me the verdict. It’s bipolar disorder, so now I’m taking meds to tackle the symptoms, and I also go to psychotherapy. So far so good. The meds made me a bit drowsy in the first few days, but now things are getting better and better. You: And last, good luck for the weekend. 

Max blows out the air he didn’t even know he’s been holding before leaning back on the bed. How can you think he wants you to move out? He doesn’t want that, not until you talk about how to move on. It should be a proper discussion, a mutual decision, not whatever the hell you’re doing. 

It’s been over an hour since you sent this message, and he knows it’s late back home, but there’s something that’s bothering him. So, without letting himself think too much, he begins to type a message. 

Max: Hey. Glad to hear that. If you moved out, where are you staying now? You: I didn’t think you would respond. Max: I’m full of surprises. So? You: I rented an apartment. Max: You could have stayed. You: After what happened? I needed my own space. 

Shaking his head, Max closes the app and decides to dial your number. It’s ridiculous that you’re communicating in written form instead of talking on the phone like normal people do. As if you weren’t together just a couple of weeks ago, and honestly, you still haven’t discussed what’s next. At this point, your relationship is suspended, not finished. 

One ring. 

Two rings. 

Come on, answer it, he mumbles, as if his life depends on you picking up the phone. 

Three rings. 

And then…

“Max?” you say hesitantly.

Your voice is thin, and there’s something else, a slight raspiness he heard every time you cried. He always hated to see you cry, and even knowing about it is hard for him. Because you were probably crying because of him, and he wasn’t there to comfort you. You’re apart–you’ve been apart for long enough, maybe it’s time to stop this madness and just move on like nothing happened. 

Then again, could he do it? Could he move on just like that? Probably not. There would always be a voice in the back of his mind telling him to run. Your relationship is like a broken vase, no matter how cliché that example is. Even if you fix it, it won’t work the same way anymore. 

He gulps before speaking up. “Yeah, I thought��� Anyway, I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he begins, but then his voice falters, because he simply cannot figure out how to go on.

Lucky for him, you know what to say. “Thanks. Look, I highly doubt sorry could ever cut it, but I meant it. I didn’t realize how bad the situation with me was, from my perspective, it wasn’t that bad. But now I see I was wrong, and I’m working on getting better.”

“I can tell. You sound better.” 

There’s a beat of silence, just enough to let him find the right words. He’s been thinking about you, and he was thinking a lot. He didn’t necessarily want to let go, but he didn’t want to hurry things either. You needed to heal first, everything else was supposed to come after that. This was your top priority now, and he wasn’t about to mess this up for you.

But before he could speak up, you clear your throat. "I... uhm... gotta go. Bye, Max."

The call ends, and he's left there wondering if calling you was the right thing to do. Did he upset you? Did he bring back feelings you tried to push aside?

It’s been three months since your last conversation with Max, since the day you decided to close that chapter of your life for good, and since you began to look for apartments on the other side of the continent. Almost two months since you moved into your new home in Denmark and started to learn Danish. One month since you adopted a dog to have company. And one day since you came back to Monaco to visit Gisele. 

The two of you are sitting at your usual table in the usual restaurant, waiting for the usual order. It’s nice to be back, even if just for a few days. Are you worried about meeting your ex? Not really. You moved on, and you assume so did he. Right now you’re here to spend some time with your best friend anyway, worrying about him is the last thing on your mind. 

“Aren’t you a good boy? I thought you’ll be begging for food the whole time,” Gisele says in a high-pitched voice as she leans down to press her nose to your dog’s. 

It was love at first sight, in fact, your dog decided to ditch you the moment he sniffed your friend’s hand. That little traitor. You don’t miss the look an older woman gives you two, but you just flash a wide grin at her before looking down at your furry son who’s currently enjoying a head massage.

“Oh, trust me, he loves to beg for food,” you note with a laugh. “So, how’s your husband?”

“Away on a fishing trip, thank God,” she replies with a laugh. 

You two spent a big chunk of last month talking about the poor guy, who was just trying to celebrate their anniversary throughout that week. Gisele believed a one-week-long celebration would be an overkill, but you convinced her to agree to cheer up Jeff. Little did she know that her husband gave you a call to ask for your help, because he was devastated after she said no to this the first time. 

An hour later you are both drinking your coffee when your dog gets excited; he stands up, begins to wag his tail so fast it hurts when it hits your arm, and you hear the familiar whimpering sound he makes whenever he meets another dog he likes. When you look down, your blood freezes in your veins, because who wouldn’t recognize Leo Leclerc?

And sure enough, Charles is there on the other end of the leash, giving you a friendly smile when he stops next to you, letting the two dogs get familiar with each other. “Hi. I didn’t know you had a dog,” he says with a laugh before looking down at them. 

While you follow his line of sight, you clear your throat. You knew meeting an F1 driver in Monaco was a possibility, but right on the first proper day here? Damn it. Still, he’s a good guy, you don’t want to go all defensive, especially not now that you’re consciously working on this issue of yours. 

“Hey. Yeah, I adopted him last month. How are you?” you ask with a polite smile. 

You and Gisele watch in shock as he pulls over a chair and sits down next to you. Before you could ask him what he’s doing, he starts talking, saying a lot of things that aren’t even connected and hardly make sense. It seems like he's trying to keep you up, deliberately stalling. But why? Why would he want to keep you occupied? 

Suddenly, Leo gets super excited in Charles’s lap, his tail wagging like crazy as he’s looking at something behind you. Now curious, you turn around, only to see Max stand there a few feet away from you. He looks a little uncertain, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches you, but he doesn’t say anything, only flashes an awkward smile at you. 

“Oh, Max, hello!” Charles says with a wide smile, waving at the Dutchman. “Well, I should get going, it was nice to see you again.”

And with that, he stands up with Leo in his hands, then walks away in Max’s direction, exchanging a meaningful look with him. So this was all part of a plan? You glance at Gisele out of the corner of your eye, who’s clutching her glass so tightly you’re afraid it will break. 

He finally walks a little closer, still looking slightly awkward when he stops in front of you. “Hi. I’m Max,” he says, acting like you didn’t know each other. It doesn’t make sense, what the hell is he doing? You give him a confused look, but he only sits down on the chair his friend occupied a minute ago. “You won’t even tell me your name?”

You look over at Gisele, who only shrugs, telling you she has absolutely no idea what’s going on. So, deciding to play along for now, you introduce yourself. Max flashes a satisfied smile at you, then flags down a waiter to order a gin and tonic. 

“Monaco is small, but I don’t remember ever seeing you. Are you from around here? Or are you on a vacation?” 

“Excuse me, I’ll go fix my makeup, I’ll be right back,” Gisele says as she stands up, then walks inside without her bag that has her makeup kit in it. Traitor. 

Meanwhile Max is looking at you expectedly with those blue eyes, head tilted to the side as if he was a curious puppy. He wants you to play along, he’s waiting for an answer, but you hesitate while your mind is in overdrive trying to figure out what is happening. But then you realize what it is. 

A fresh start. 

“It’s a vacation. You look familiar,” you note, engaging in a conversation that resembles your first meeting. 

Maybe it’s time to step out of your new comfort zone, and maybe you should do it for him, and him alone.

[yarameijer]

Will Saryuu Evan make an appearance in AR?

I'm interested to know the interaction between Tenma and him, by chance and he will appear.....

That is the plan, yes.

Also, now I'm just thinking,,

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‘’It makes sense!’’

Kirino watches the unfolding trainwreck with cautious interest.

''Tenma...'' Shindou trails off for a second, seemingly wondering if this battle is worth the effort, before he steels himself. ''I really don't think it's as, um, complex as you seem to think.''

Unsurprisingly, Tenma will not hear of it. ‘’No, listen, it does,’’ he says, and oh god, he’s definitely not going to let this go. Kirino wonders how long Shindou will insist on arguing with the brunet this time - he’d honestly thought his best friend had recognized the futility in it ages ago and just kept up the token protest for appearances, but he seems determined this time.

‘’He-’’ Tenma jabs an insistent finger at the screen ‘’-looks just like me, if I decided to bleach my hair and lose all my fashion sense-’’

‘’What fashion sense?’’ Aoi mutters, and, honestly? Fair enough. Kirino has seen the brunet combine complementary colors so often that he’s genuinely considering the possibility of him being color blind.

Tenma shoots the girl a withering glare. ‘’As I was saying, if I lost all my wonderful fashion sense, that’s what I’d look like.’’ He turns back to Shindou, arms crossed stubbornly in front of him, as if daring the other teen to disagree with him.

For his part, Shindou seems to seriously consider for a second whether this is a battle he wants to pick.

Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for Kirino because he is beginning to enjoy this immensely, Shindou can be just as stubborn as Tenma if properly motivated.

‘’There’s a thing called genetics,’’ the strategist points out dryly. ‘’It’s likely that he descends from you or someone in your family.’’

Tenma purses his lips. ‘’I don’t buy it.’’

‘’You-’’ Shindou makes a wordless noise and throws his arms up in the air in a frustrated motion that no one on the team has ever seen him make, but none of them are surprised that it’s Tenma who manages to bring it out of him. ‘’What do you mean, you don’t buy it? He’s your descendant, he looks like you. End of story!’’

‘’He’s a clone,’’ Tenma insists. ‘’A creepy evil clone made by El Dorado that they didn’t realize was creepy and evil until he escaped and started blowing up buildings for fun, because he’s evil.’’

Shindou’s mouth makes several shapes but no sound comes out, and Tenma stubbornly stares back until Tsurugi cuts in. ‘’To be fair,’’ he remarks, ‘’I don’t think the blowing up buildings part has anything to do with him being evil. You do that too.’’

Which, fair, except Tenma clearly doesn’t think so because he whirls towards the striker with an offended look on his face. ‘’That was for science,’’ he insists.

‘’You were laughing.’’

For a second Tenma seems ready to deny it, but then a considering look crosses his face as he remembers they’ve got it on video. ‘’Well, yes,’’ he admits, ‘’but it being fun was only secondary to the science part. Anyway.’’ He turns back to Shindou. ‘’You still haven’t given me a good reason why Saru isn’t my clone.’’

‘’I haven’t- what-’’ Shindou gapes at him, spluttering, ‘’because I shouldn’t have to! Clones are so far from the most reasonable explanation here that it shouldn’t even be considered!’’

Tenma shakes his head mournfully at him. ‘’You,’’ he says, and Kirino knows that Shindou is too frustrated at this point to see it, but that doesn’t mean that Kirino misses the mischievous smile Tenma is trying to suppress, ‘’are blind to the truth.’’ Then he announces to the rest of the team, who have been watching the entire encounter like it’s a particularly fascinating ping-pong match, ‘’You are all blind to the truth.’’

And, honestly, Kirino knows he shouldn’t make this any worse, but.

But.

‘’Actually, I think you’re right,’’ he speaks up for the first time, fighting to keep his grin from his face. Shindou’s face twists as if he’s biting into something sour at Kirino’s words, but Tenma seems sufficiently suspicious of the defender’s easy agreement. ‘’I was just thinking, if he’s really Tenma’s clone, couldn’t we just take Saru home with us instead? Seems like less of a headache.’’

Despite Tenma pouting at him for the rest of the day, in that moment with the way the brunet’s mouth drops open in betrayal while Shindou snorts out an inelegant laugh and the rest of the team loses it, the only thing Kirino can think is,

‘’Worth it.’’

[chainnoli]

I feel like I need to make this clear about my own personal headcanons within the “Batfam” because apparently lately everyone is obsessed with the term to the point they believe they’re all actually fucking related and I ship Jaytim even though I don’t write about them often anymore and I do nawt want people assuming shit about me LMFAO

Ages in “main” continuity

Bruce: 40’s

Alfred: 60’s

Dick: 24

Jason: 22

Tim: 18

Damian: 13

Familial Relations

Damian is Bruce’s blood son, Damian thinks of Dick, Jason, and Tim as his brothers.

Jason only thinks of Damian as his brother, maybe Dick but its history. Doesn’t consider Bruce his father, completely moved on from that part of his life. It’s unrealistic to me to write or imagine him playing happy big family with people he viewed as part of his dead life. Damian was there when he was reborn and he practically raised the squirt (in my hc).

Tim doesn’t think of Bruce as his dad but views him as a paternal figure since he was taken in. Thinks of Damian and Dick as his brothers, Jason was his idol and someone he looked up to. They barely interacted and it’s annoying when people act like he and Jason have the same dynamic like Jason and Dick did.

Dick considers Bruce his dad, Damian and Jason and Tim his brothers.

Sexualities/Gender HC

Bruce: Bisexual Man with a preference for women. Cis: He/Him

Dick: Unlabeled but has rizz with everyone. Doesn’t really give af about the gender thing so if you called him a woman he would just roll with it but personally just goes by He/Him or “any” if asked for a preference

Jason: Pansexual on the Aro spectrum. Probably due to a lot of his traumas, so outside of that probably also just panromantic. He’s a cis man but has definitely thought about identity stuff after the Lazarus pit. Goes by He/Him or They/Them. It/Its if he’s feeling funky.

Tim: Bisexual with a preference for men. Enby icon. Goes by He/They pronouns but sometimes just forgoes them altogether if possible. (Just use Tim in place of pronouns for entertainment).

Damian: In some aus he’s cis in a lot he’s transmasc (honestly if I don’t specify just assume Trans! Dami). Goes by He/Him. Aroace spectrum, really only falls for Jon (sometimes Billy or Colin). Unlike Jason, his isn’t due to traumas or emotional blocks. Maybe he’s born with it, maybe it’s maybelline.

Alfred: deffo has done drag at some point. Could see him with an ex bf on the battlefield before losing him tragically.

Shipping Wise

Literally none of the Batfam with each other with the explanations above because I do believe the others do have a familial relationship aside from JayTim- and even then I ship KonTim as well and BerTim or whatever the ship name is lol

Damian: Jon, Billy, and Colin (boy is not fucking straight LMFAO)

Bruce: Talia and Selina, they’re both goated ships I cannot pick which one is better (Joker only in the Lego universe and also the one joker from telltale’s Batman)

Dick: literally only Kori, I’m fixed shipped for life 🫶

Jason: Tim, Kori (sometimes the dynamic be dynamicing), Artemis- but also I like him single a lot of the time because I feel like he would avoid relationships and human connection bc he has issues

Tim: Connor, Bernard, and Jason (get Stephanie outta there let my girl live outside of their toxic ass mess 😭)

And that’s all, obviously no one has to share my headcanons and if you want to headcanon Jason and Tim being brothers because it’s just more fun for you then go right on ahead I ain’t discouraging anyone from that! Just wanted to write this so people understood I wasn’t shipping from a certain point of view and so they can be prepared if I do include jaytim in anything (which I may not considering how the fandom is nowadays).

Also I didn’t do the girlies or Duke Thomas because I only included the “inner circle” Batman and Robins Batfam to explain since the others don’t have the weird drama and stigma these ones do.

[misfxtteam]

Bucky smiles faintly, of course Tony started building bots like that wen he was 15, and the mention of Steve. He shrugs, “Stevie is…he’s a black and white type of guy with most things, so yeah he’s not going to understand how we go from how we were behaving yesterday to today, but he’ll wrap his mind around it eventually.” He does nod in agreement that the concrete floor hadn’t been the most comfortable. He thinks for a second about the question before shaking his head, “No, honestly I really enjoyed everything we did,” he says with a faint blush.

He listens to Tony’s explanation about what the government had made legal, torture against suspected terrorists, the evidence that some of it was sexual in nature. He looks a bit uncomfortable, staring down at the creamers and taking one to just toy with on the table, something to distract himself from some of the worst of the memories in his head. He nods almost imperceptible, glancing up at Tony with a sort of pain in his eyes that he usually made sure to keep hidden, “You..aren’t far off. It didn’t..it didn’t happen often back in the beginning. But once they had me conditioned with the trigger words, they would use them sometimes to make me do things. Nothing rough or anything like that, just..mainly for oral,” he says quietly, looking back down at the creamer and thinking more on how he felt about it, whether it would be an issue in future. “It’s not that I think I can never do that again, I just..if I wanted to try, I would need to do it at my own pace. Meaning it would have to be a time when I’m in control and I want to do it to make you feel good, I don’t think I can handle it yet if it’s the other way around, at least not right now.”

He is quiet for a moment, contemplating something, “I liked when you were rough, I know with my super strength I could easily fight back but..but I didn’t want to. It felt…it felt really good just knowing that I was allowing it to happen by not fighting back. With them, no matter how hard i tried to fight back in the beginning, before the conditioning set in, I…they were always able to subdue me. Whether because they had a bunch of people all at once fighting me, or they would use taser-batons, and use the electricity to incapacitate me. But with you earlier it was like I..even though I wasn’t in control, it felt like I was because I knew i would be able to fight back if I wanted to, but because I knew that it felt like it was..more enjoyable because I didn’t feel weak or anything but more like I was making an active choice to allow it,” he realizes.

He had never thought about sex like this. It was always in the context of what he or his partner liked, what was enjoyable, and taboo things were always more intense but he had never thought about how it related to his trauma. In his research, he had seen that many kinks could often be rooted in a trauma or PTSD response but he had always shut down that train of thought. The idea of processing those things alone, and with no experience to connect it to, it felt like it would be an endless road of hypotheticals that would just lead to spiraling down into the tortured memories. He liked talking it out this way with Tony, with someone who had their own trauma so talking about it didn’t feel like a pity party or like Tony felt sorry for him

He looks up at Tony when he mentions stepping over the line, “No, no you aren’t stepping over the line with that. And if you want to ask about your parents Tony, you can. I..I honestly don’t mind trying to answer. But any of my HYDRA assignments I..I don’t know much outside of what I actually did. So if I don’t know something, I hope that’s okay. And..I don’t think it’s necessarily going to undo the work that we did, not when it’s a conversation like this. When we’ve talked about it in the past, we’ve always been on edge, adversarial about it, i felt the need to defend myself. I’m going to try and not think like that, I want to be able to be open to at least hearing the questions without assuming that you’re being accusatory,” he explains, looking down at his metal hand and just tracing the seams between the metal plating absently as he speaks.

“We do need to work on the buddies part,” Bucky agrees, there was no denying that. “Is it crazy that I think we could be friends, like actually decent friends? We’re both sarcastic little shits, and I do love talking about your tech with you, like..like those bots today in your lab? They were..i thought they were really interesting at least, I would have asked about them more if we hadn’t started talking about other stuff,” he admits, remembering the tense conversation they’d had. It did seem like they had a few common interests even if it was in different ways. Like Tony being a genius while Bucky was merely interested in seeing and learning about new tech, he had no skill in building anything that didn’t come with instructions.

He can’t help the proud smile that he tried to hide by looking over the menu, god it shouldn’t inflate his ego so much to know Tony thought he was the best, but he would definitely hold onto that even if only to brag within his own head. He is quiet for a moment at least before glancing to Tony, “I think..in this convo especially, you can ask about HYDRA, if you want to. When I said I don’t want to get into it too much, i just meant I didn’t plan on explaining the details of what I meant by punching bag. If you have questions, I can’t promise I’ll answer, there’s still some stuff I haven’t fully processed myself, so I might let you know I can’t answer something but I won’t mind you asking,” he promises Tony sincerely.

He glances up at the waitress as she comes to their table, smiling faintly and shaking his head with amusement at Tony’s continued use of the nicknames, “I’d like the pancake platter please, with the scrambled eggs and bacon, and a cup of coffee, oh and a glass of water please,” he requests, smiling at the woman as she jots everything down. Once she walks away, he sets his menu aside and smiles a bit, “I think doing both does add some intensity to both, I don’t like to give empty praise, I’ve always been about finding the right balance. I’m glad it worked for you, it would have been a little embarrassing if it hadn’t,” he chuckles, tapping his metal fingers on the table absently as he thinks for a moment

“Was there anything today that you didn’t like? Whether it was something you didn’t like at all, or if there was something that you liked in some ways and disliked partially?”

[girlietips]

Big Sister Advice Dating Addition 💋🌹🍷

Here is some of my big sister advice for dating!! Also I am just going to say I am a straight girl so all of this advice is going to be centered on dating men because that’s all I feel I can give advice on!

Don’t play hard to get actually be hard to get

GET A LIFE! BE BUSY!!!

The most interesting thing in your life should not be your dating life.

Get a hobby and have a social life that is not romantic.

You’ll have less time to stress about him not texting you and your self worth will be high because you are not basing it off of the attention you receive from men.

First dates should never be a dinner date on the weekend!

Never waste a weekend on what could be a terrible date with a dude.

Also dinner dates are really awkward and the silence gets so loud. I recommend doing a fun activity like bowling or mini golf. It will let you easy the first date jitters and make it less awkward when the conversation stops because you are doing something. Coffee dates are the same as dinner dates!

Also if you play a game with him on the first date you get to see if he is a sore loser or a mean winner which is a great red flag to catch immediately. No man should be insecure about you being better at a stupid game!!!!

No good guy is comfortable with a woman’s tears!!!!!!!

They should always check on you and make sure you are ok.

I knew my boyfriend was a keeper when he was very concerned that I started to cry cuz I was laughing too hard.

My dad always told me that if a man is comfortable seeing you cry about the small stuff then he is okay seeing you cry over him!

If he doesn’t ask consent for the small stuff then he won’t ask consent for the big stuff.

If the words “it’ll ruin the moment” ever leaves his lips leave immediately.

If you want princess treatment you can’t be shocked when you get it.

Obviously don’t be a bitch about it. But if he buys you flowers don’t be shocked or tell him you shouldn’t have!!!!

Be grateful and tell him you love it!!! POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT let him know when he makes you happy!!

Don’t let them know you are happy with the bare minimum. DONT BE HAPPY WITH THE BARE MINIMUM!

Be vocal in what you dislike

I had an older girl tell me in highschool that a woman’s “ewww” is the most powerful tool she has.

Because if a man cares about your opinion you being openly disgusted is the worst thing possible.

And if he doesn’t care about your opinion he will laugh or make you seem like you are being dramatic.

I also love a good “ I don’t find that funny actually” because then if he tells that joke again around you you’ll know or if he tells you to “lighten up”

How he talks about all women is how he will talk about you!

Even if he says you are “different” from other women eventually he is going to talk about you the same way.

If he calls other girls sluts and hoes the second you do something he doesn’t like he is going to call you that.

No women haters will actually love women!!!!!

Let there be distance in the relationship especially when it first starts.

If you’ve gone on one date you don’t need to text him everyday nor should you be worried if he doesn’t text you!!!

Even in long term relationships some days all you have time for is a good morning and a good night! And that’s ok!!!! Only worry if that’s happening a lot with no explanation.

If you want to date a man with his life together you also have to have your life together

Just like you wouldn’t date a man who does nothing but sit on his phone all day and has no life men are the same way.

Especially guys who have their life together because no one wants a partner who doesn’t fit in with their lifestyle.

Xoxo 💋

[yuttikkele]

S1E28 The City of the Edge of Forever: aka holy cow I had a lot of notes on this one. This was a roller coaster. I don’t think I can make a cool synopsis quip on this one.

Jim when he’s been proven wrong or something and he does that little gulp thing continues to be funny.

OH MY GOSH BONES FLAILING TO THE GROUND 😭😭

Uhura beamed down! WHOPPEE!!

“Each of you will have to try it. Even if you fail, at least you’ll be alive in some past world somewhere.” Oh gosh let Uhura go last 🙏🙏

You think all those 1930s people looked at them and instead of thinking “maybe they’re time travelers!” were thinking “what are these guys? queers?”

KIRK YOU’RE JAYWALKING KIRK YOU’RE STEALING KIRK THIS IS THE GREAT DEPRESSION PRACTICALLY EVERYONE IS POOR.

…

HUH. “My friend is obviously Chinese.” THAT’S THE BEST YOU COULD DO???

That took me by surprise so much not only WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT but also THAT’S THE WORST EXCUSE I’VE EVER HEARD

AND THEN HE EXPLAINS THE EARS ANOTHER WAY? I THOUGHT THE CHINESE THING WAS THE EXPLANATION OF THE EARS? WHAT WAS THE GOAL OF SAYING HE’S CHINESE 😭😭 ???

Spock’s sigh is a mix of “phew I saved us” and “why is he saying that?”

MECHANICAL RICE PICKER?

AS A CHILD??

Spock is admitting their defeat nodding his head.

Casually gets groped, pulls the “look over there!” trick, then everyone just casually watches and does nothing as a police officer collapses in their arms.

“You were actually enjoying my predicament back there.” You mean the terrible Chinese backstory or the cop groping him?

Ok gonna have to ignore the racist comments for now and move on

Ooo they’re wearing regular clothes!

Kirk your chest is still out button up your shirt you’re talking to a woman

I’m sorry they look like they’re straight from the 2000s. I know they’re very universal outfits, but they just look like they’re 2000s grunge. Spock’s skater beanie is hilarious.

Spock why do you just place your bread bare on the table. Kirk not you too.

Kirk telling that guy to shut up. Well, at least he’s not sexist.

Oh I like her. This Edith lady.

WHAT IS SHE A TIME TRAVELLER? HUH? HIT BY THE DODGE BALL OF APOLLO???

Kirk coming in arms full of groceries. He’s even got a baguette, a sausage, and some lettuce. What is this, a domestic AU?

Well at least Spock’s being honest to the lady about his computer building.

Ok now SPOCK is stealing

I see Kirk is actually just not gonna button up his shirt so. Ok I guess.

Oh so when Edith says “you guys don’t belong here” she actually means “Kirk doesn’t belong here, and Spock should be wherever Kirk is, so he doesn’t belong here either.” If I were Spock, I’d probably be offended by being told I’m second to someone, but knowing Spock he probably thinks this is a great compliment honestly. “Second to my captain? Right next to him? Well, you would be right. Thank you for noticing.”

“Captain. Even when he doesn’t say it, he does.” Oh after that and the “by his side” line she definitely thinks something’s going on between them. “I see the devotion this man has for you- *proceeds to say a homophobic slur*”

“Hey these guys are sorta out of place.” “Yeah. Honestly, they’re kinda… queer…” *looks at the camera as a laugh track plays*

Oh Spock just looks oddly out at Kirk and the lady as they leave on what I’m assuming is their date. She’s not even blonde.

“Did you do something wrong? Let me help.” She thinks you’re gay and you’ve done something gay and she’s an ally.

MCCOY APPEARING FROM THE WALL OF THAT BUILDING BAHAHAHAHA

OH MY GOSH THE GUY STEALING THAT MILK IS UTTERLY TERRIFIED. I WOULD BE TOO LOOK AT BONES BRO. He’s NEVER stealing milk again.

“DON’T RUN. I WON’T KILL YOU!” Dumbledore said calmly.

“Take all the money they spend on war and death and make them spend it on life.” And when’s that gonna happen. Cause ngl, it doesn’t even really seem like Y’ALL’s stardate is doing that.

Oh and the guy’s stealing again

HE JUST FAZERED HIMSELF.

Oh? Jim formally admitting he’s in love with a woman? 

Forget Edith dying, Spock, you guys would have to return to the future anyways 😭 and then Jim’s got his ship to worry about. Spock you’ve seen how he literally never stays with one woman. This relationship is never working out.

Yknow speaking of women, where did Janice go?

Is it not awkward for Spock, like even as a friend, to always be walking in on Jim being romantic to another woman. Like it’s awkward to watch but imagine what Spock feels like.

“SPOOOCK!” Was Spock like third wheeling a couple steps behind or something?

Oh wait them all seeing each other is so wholesome ;0;

aaaand edith got hit by a truck. Yep ok guess that was bound to happen.

Oh gosh. Poor Jim. Oh dude that really sucks.

Oh that’s a sick pose they all hit beaming up. They may be sad but at least they all hit that sick pose

quite an. Interesting episode. Til next time on YUTTI’S STAR TREK LIVEBLOGGGGG!!!

[waifuoftomonori]

Not really, but in a sense yes. Tomo-kun usually takes small sips in moderation, with a glass of water nearby, and possibly with food. He’s practical like that. So he doesn’t drink a lot in volume, but he’ll still be sober-ish several hours into the night. …Unless he’s purposefully not doing those things, and then he gets drunk at the pace you’d expect a 5’3” man who normally likes to keep a clear head to get drunk at. As evidence: that one CD Drama story where it’s revealed that he gets mean when drunk (at least to Aki), much like Akifusa becomes a fount of overflowing affection and love for his friends. Also possibly the explanation for why he snaps and starts lecturing at Akifusa during the summer festival. I may have written a fic based on that.

Shiki is the one who can handle her liquor best, surprisingly. Maybe it’s a Princess Tamayori thing. Healing magic in her blood or something. She doesn’t drink a lot, but she impressed Kodonomae with how much saké she was able to guzzle down in one sitting without flinching, and that’s saying something considering how much that guy likes to drink.

Akifusa is the one who you’d expect to be the best, and maybe he is in the sense of not getting alcohol poisoning if things ever get to that level, but man, it does not take much alcohol at all to get this guy rambling and fill his eyes with appreciative tears for his best friends and how lucky he is to have them and how brave and wonderful and amazing they are— and— and—

You get the picture. He sobers up quickly, though.

(Drunk Tomo is such a bitch (I say with the utmost affection). I saved a couple of screenshots of his dialogue from watching someone’s video of the CD Dramas— I unfortunately don’t have any of the Summer Festival screenshots saved:

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[shadowvanilla247]

“Welcome folks, ladies and gentlemen, for my new performance- one of a kind! As your host, Shadow Milk Cookie!”

“And co-host, Pure Vanilla Cookie.. we are going to answer questions, I suppose..”

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INTRODUCTION

hello! this is a au roleplay account made by yours truly, @lxmented24! this is my main account, and I say, I LOVE role playing as characters! Even if I’m a minor at best, lmao, these two in particular r my favorites, and I’m like, what the hell, why not? So, feel free to ask any question to these two, or whatever you want, except if it follows the rules.. enjoy!

au explanation: https://www.tumblr.com/shadowvanilla247/779455302717276160/au-explanation?source=share

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RULES

Please no mentions of rule 34 here… PLEASE.

Do NOT mention rape, pedophilia, or anything harmful.

Don’t send about proshipping, or shipping children with one another.

Please remember that whatever you ask, and I respond, will be seen from people, so make sure to watch your words!

Do not express any hate towards anyone’s questions.

If I express criticism of a ship from my characters response, that’s my interpretation of what they’ll say, so please don’t be angry if it’s not what you expected… 💔

DO NOT ASK ME FOR MONEY OR ADVERTISEMENT PLEASE. I AM A MINOR.

ROLEPLAY HEADCANONS

Shadow Milk can change his height, form, and basically his entire body. But he can’t shapeshift into large animals like the serpents in his Spire. Pure Vanilla gets exhausted quite often due to the amount of worries from his kingdom. As they don’t trust Shadow Milk Cookie yet.

Shadow Milk has a Pure Vanilla plushie, but he hides it from most cookies except Pure Vanilla, who he often flexes it to. (Pure Vanilla still has the Shadow Milk plushie from the Spire).

Pure Vanilla is that type of cookie who would drop everything he’s holding to pet a cream sheep when off-duty.

Pure Vanilla is a femboy, but doesn’t really show it. Goes by she/him.

Shadow Milk is also a femboy, but does show in mannerism often. Goes by he/it/them.

Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk are partially blind, to the point it’s excessively blurry. Shadow Milk is able to see properly due to him having his soul jam’s pupil and his staff (he often holds it).

Shadow Milk is a slight bit taller than Pure Vanilla, even though he is the shortest amongst the Beast Cookies. Just tease them about it, I allow lmao

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(will update whenever I need to)

[sharksfrommars]

woah, what’s this? Part 3 of Dad Stan?

Part 1 | part 2

it’s what you all been waiting for. I’m honestly shocked at how much people like it? I’m not a very good writer, technically speaking, but I try my best. But seriously, thank you. The response to this has been CRAZY.

anyway, im so sorry for what your about to read. Please direct all your death threats to my inbox (/j don’t sent actual death threats obvs)

Stan and his small child hang out with a slightly deranged man

“YOU CAN’T TRICK ME, BILL!” Ford yelled. This definitely wasn’t what Stan was expecting. He held Lola close and took a deep breath.

“Look, Ford, I think you need help”

“HELP DESTROYING THE UNIVERSE! You WOULD say that, Bill, that is SO like you. And the NERVE to show up as my BROTHER? He had NOTHING to do with this. And NOTHING you do can convince me to open the poRTAL!” 

Ford got incredibly close to Stan’s face. Stan was glad that he had forgotten about the crossbow. He was less glad that Ford seemed a bit unstable and deranged. Drugs really seemed like it was the only explanation. Stan felt Lola let go of his leg as Ford continued rant and rave utter nonsense directly into Stan’s face.

Then Ford stopped. He looked into Stan’s eyes for a long while. Stan looked back, taking note of each scarlet blood vessel that stained the whites of his brother’s eyes. Something in Ford’s gaze softened and he backed off.

“You’re not Bill” he stated. “You’re Stanley”

Stan scoffed. “Yeah, pointdexter. I coulda told you that, if ya hadn’t shoved a crossbow in my face.”

Ford blinked. He scratched his bandaged hand, blood leaking through the gauze. Stan looked at it, concerned.

“Look, Sixer-“

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Ford yelled, slapping Stan.

Suddenly, Lola got between them, crossbow in hand, pointed at Stanford.

“DON’T TOUCH MY DAD!” She yelled, as she struggled to hold up the crossbow. It was half her size. Stan held in a giggle. It was kind of cute, really. It reminded Stan of last year, when he taught Lola gun safety and how to shoot ‘just in case’. Except the crossbow was much heavier.

Ford stared, like a deer in headlights. Lola’s legs shook.

“Step away from Stan, or I’ll shoot ya!” She said, a slight quaver in her voice. Ford looked to Stan.

“You bought a little girl?” Ford questioned. Stan sighed, placing his hand on Lola’s head.

“Put the crossbow down, sweetie”

“But Stan! He’s going to hurt you!”

Stan looked up at Ford with an unimpressed glare.

“Well let’s ask him.” He said, “Ford. Are ya gonna hurt me, or is Lola gonna have to stick a crossbow in your privates?”

Ford stared like a startled fox, before shaking his head.

“No. No im not going to hurt you, Stanley.” 

Stan smiled.

“See, Lola! No need to worry.”

Lola carefully put the crossbow on the ground, and pulled on Stan’s sleeve. Stan picked her up.

“So, Ford. Ya gonna let us inside?”

Ford slowly nodded. “Yes… of course, come in.”

“NO!” Lola screamed. 

“Gee, kid, ya tryna deafen me?”

Lola grabbed Stan’s face and very seriously stared him down.

“We need to get Lizard.”

“Lizard?” Ford asked, “you bought a lizard? From where?”

But Stan wasn’t listening, because he knew this gambit. 

The town they lived in before Forks, they had to leave because Rico’s boys had found Stan. They had caught Stan and Lola trying to escape town, and had tied Stan up in a shady warehouse. Lola was only 3, and was obviously terrified. But she was smart, smarter than Stan would have been at her age. She started screaming for Lizard, to the point where Rico’s boys were getting annoyed. Once Stan explained that Lizard was her toy that she left in the car, they took her to grab lizard. Whilst at the car though, she picked up Stan’s gun, the one he left in the glovebox, and his switchblade. 

Stan still had no idea how she came up with it. Didn’t know whether it was on impulse on her part, or an intentional plan. But thanks to her quick thinking, they got out of there unscathed.

Since then, Lola always left Lizard in the car when they went somewhere new. And if she felt unsafe, she would go back to get him, and whatever else she figured she’d need, usually dragging Stan with her.

 It meant she thought Stan should bring his gun.

Lola really didn’t trust Stanford. Honestly, Stan could understand why. He did just threaten them with a crossbow. He seemed out of it. He didn’t want to go into his brother’s house gun’s blazing. He could feel Lola shaking in his arms. He knew she was putting up a brave face.

“Alright, sweetheart.” Stan said, before turning to Ford. “Sorry, Ford, we just gotta get Lola’s favourite toy from the car. We’ll be back in a minute”

Stan sat Lola in the back seat. She was clutching Lizard close as Stan stuck his handgun into his waistband, hidden by his jacket.

“Ya okay, kid?” He asked.

Lola mumbled into Lizard. She had tears in her eyes.

“Sorry, Lola. Didn’t catch that.”

Lola looked up at Stan with wide wet eyes.

“I want to go home” she weeped, “it’s scary. I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

Stan gave her a hug, and kissed the top of her head.

“I know, baby. Its alright”

“C-can we go home, Stan”

“Not yet, kid. I’m gonna need ya to be brave, just for a little while, Okay?”

She sobbed into Stan’s shoulder. 

“Stan, I had a bad dream. That you were gonna go away…”

Stan held her tighter.

“I ain’t going anywhere, kid. I’m sticking with ya for as long as you want.”

It took a while for Lola to calm down, and when they returned to the house, they saw Ford sitting on the doorstep with his head in his hands. He looked like he’d hit Rock bottom. Once Ford saw Stan and Lola coming, he quickly stood up, wiping ‘dirt’ off his shirt. Unfortunately, Ford’s hand was bleeding, so he ended up spreading blood all down his front. He didn’t notice.

“I’m sorry for my hospitality, I’m a little …on edge” Ford said.

“Gee, really?”

“Now Stanley, do you want to introduce me to your daughter?”

“She ain’t my daughter.”

“But she called you-“

Lola interrupted Ford by blowing a raspberry as he tried to speak.

“Lola.” Stan said, “do you want to introduce yourself?”

Lola shook her head vehemently. “Lizard says he’s stinky.”

“Alright.” Said Stan. “You don’t have to”

He looked at Ford. “We gotta talk. And not in the snow.”

So Ford led Stan inside. Ford’s house was a mess. All sorts of weird science gizmos were spread all over the place, and there were masses of notes on every surface. It was unreasonably cold and dark inside, and it had an unsettling combination of odours. Ozone and mould, blood and sweat. Burning hair, strange chemicals, rotting meat. It was nasty.

“Lizard was right. You ARE stinky” Lola said. Stan was still carrying her, and she was still clutching onto lizard. Stan laughed.

“Seriously, pointdexter. Do you ever clean?”

Ford turned around, and gave the two of them a haunting glare, and started to cry blood out of his right eye.

“I haven’t really had the time…”

“Woah, Ford. You need medical attention. We gotta get ya to a hospital-“

“NO!”

Stan hasn’t realised he was reaching out with his free hand until Ford slapped away. Stan got a serious look on his face, and he readjusted his hold on Lola. She had buried her head in lizard again.

“Ford, what’s going on.”

Ford fiddled with his hands, and looked around erratically.

“Ford, please, let me help you.”

Ford seemed to collapse into himself, and glared suspiciously.

“What are you doing here, Stanley?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here? You called ME! You think I was gonna let ya just jump into a frozen lake and die?”

“What… that was real?”  Ford looked dazed.

“Was that- YES FORD IT WAS REAL. Real and SCARY! I started driving AS SOON AS YOU CALLED, hoping that you hadn’t done something STUPID.”

“Oh”

Ford collapsed with his head in his hands. “You should have just ignored it, Stanley.”

Stan sat down next to Ford. “And let my favourite brother die? As if”

Lola squirmed in Stan’s arms, so he put her down. She stood at Stan’s side and pointed accusingly to Ford.

“Why are you mean on the phone?” She asked 

“I wanna know that too. Ya gave Lola a right scare. How did you know that stuff about her?” said Stan.

Ford seemed to consider something, before standing up suddenly.

“Alright. I’ve got to show you something.”

Lola clung to Stan’s back as Ford lead them past a sci-fi looking door and down a long flight of stairs. Ford was spouting nonsense about how he had doomed the world. Stan didn’t really get what this had to do with the fact he that Ford was clearly sick and bleeding. 

“So who’s the Bill guy?” Stan asked.

“He’s… not important. It doesn’t matter. I have to destroy the portal.”

“Portal?” Asked Stan.

Just then, doors opened revealing a massive triangular machine, that whirred and buzzed with power. Stan stood, mouth agape. Lola screamed, and started crying.

“STAN!” She cried, “we need to go home NOW. It gonna eat you!”

Stan bought Lola to his front, comforting her.

“I told ya, lo. I ain’t going anywhere. That machine ain’t gonna hurt us.” He said.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Stanley.” Ford said, a grave look on his face, “this is a trans dimensional gateway, my greatest creation, and my biggest mistake.”

“A what now?”

“It’s a doorway to hell…” whispered Lola.

Concern grew on Ford’s face. “Stanley, how does the child know about the portal?”

He was starting to look panicked. Lola had started crying again. Stan looked between them.

“Stanley, what does the child know?” Ford said, inching closer. Lola pulled away, jumping from Stan’s arms and running. She found a corner to hide in, clutching Lizard tight. Ford made to follow, but Stan stopped him.

“Ford, you’re scaring her.”

“I’m not going to hurt her, I just need to check her eyes”

“No you don’t. What’s going on.”

“Yes I do, Stanley, the fate of the world is at stake! If I’ve let Him in here, then it’s over for ALL of us.”

Ford was getting agitated, as he stormed to where Lola was hiding. Lola screamed, so Stan shoved him.

“Ford, leave her alone! Just tell me what’s going on!”

“IVE RUINED EVERYTHING” Ford cried. There was a crazy look in his eyes, all paranoia and edge.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“I can’t sleep, Stanley! If I do, He gets what He wants. I can’t do that!”

Stan has one explanation, one thing that made any sense at all.

“Ford, what have you been taking”, he said, placing his hands on Ford’s shoulders.

“What? What are you talking about?” Ford said, shoving Stan’s off of him. “You, you think I’m doing drugs?” 

“Look, Ford, there’s no shame in -“

Ford shoved Stan. “Are you insane? Why would you think I’m on drugs? I’m not some…some…”

“Some what? What do you want me to think, Ford? Ya haven’t said a single thing that’s made a lick of sense. You CALLED me and you don’t even remember!”

“It WASN’T ME THAT CALLED YOU”

“OH REALLY? THAN WHO WAS IT? BECAUSE IT SURE SOUNDED LIKE YOU.”

“WHY WOULD I CALL YOU?? WHAT COULD I POSSIBLY NEED YOUR HELP FOR?”

“I drove here for 8 HOURS STRAIGHT. Through a SNOWSTORM. Because YOU CALLED ME saying you were going to COMMIT SUICIDE. I came here to HELP YOU cus you sounded like you needed it.”

“I never ASKED YOU TO COME”

Stan and Ford were in each other’s faces now, red with anger. Stan felt tears sting his eyes.

“No, you didn’t. Cause you ‘Never loved me’, that right? You just wanted me to know that?  I looked put for you our ENTIRE LIVES and you think I’m just a waste of space.”

“You didn’t look out for me when you BROKE MY SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT”

“Sweet Moses you’re STILL ON THAT? Newsflash Sixer, ya had a good life anyway. Ya got a fancy house and fancy degree, and enough college money to build a FUCKING TRIANGLE.”

Ford saw red, he shoved Stan, right into red hot metal. Stan screamed, and Lola ran up to him.

“STAN!” She cried as she went to him. Ford went to help Stan too, but Lola bit him.

“GO AWAY” she yelled, as she reached for Stan’s gun. She pointed it at Ford, who immediately put his hands up.

“Ok… ok… I’m stepping away” Ford said, slowly walking backwards. Stan started to get up.

“Put the gun down, Lola. He’s not gonna hurt anyone” Stan said.

“He already hurted you” she cried, dropping the gun 

“I know, baby. I know. This was a bad idea. Let’s go home”

“Stanley, stay” said Ford, “at least let me tend to your wound”

“Don’t fucking speak to me, Stanford.” Said Stan as he carried Lola back up the stairs. He heard Ford sob as he left, but he didn’t have it in him to care. He was tired, and this whole thing was stupid. It was stupid that Stan actually thought that Ford would take his help, and it was even more stupid to think Ford cared about him at all. That call should have made that obvious.

As they trekked up the stairs, Stan was quiet. He felt empty, like something was missing. He’d lost Ford before, a lot, but this time felt real. It felt like the end.

Then, Lola gasped, struggling out of Stan’s arms. “I left Lizard!” She cried, running down the stairs. Stan chased after her.

“Lola wait” he cried as she rushed off. “LOLA”

He chased after her, but she was quick. She got to the bottom before him. And he heard her scream, followed by a creepy, psychotic laugh.

Lola was clutching Lizard, as ‘Ford’ approached her. It was like her nightmare, with those terrifying yellow eyes and a laugh that came straight from hell. CNN

“I GOTTA HAND IT TO YA, KID. YOU SURE GOT GUTS COMING BACK DOWN HERE!”

He’s holding Stan’s gun, stumbling towards her like a Zombie.

“Ya know. I shoulda known that frilly bastard would be watching. They tried once. Bet they didn’t expect it to backfire so SPECTACULARLY.”

Ford’s face was grinning horrifically wide. Lola couldn’t move, it was all she could do to stay standing. Ford’s inhuman eyes were locked on the axolotl plush’s deeply looking face

“Hope you’re happy, Axy! I’m getting EVERYTHING I WA-“

Stan burst in with a punch. A shot rang out through Stan’s shoulder.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER, YOU PSYCHOPATHIC SON OF A BITCH!” He yelled, his shoulder burning and bleeding. He tried to wrestle the gun out of Ford’s hands. Ford laughed.

“OOO SPARE PARTS IS BACK TOO? SIXER’S GONNA LOVE IT WHEN I STRING YOU UP BY YOUR INTESTINES AND HANG YOU IN HIS ROOM!”

“Shut the fuck up, Ford!” 

They knocked a lever, Ford’s body on the ground. Stan punched Ford, breaking his glasses.

“HAJHAHAHAHA!” Ford laughed, “SIXER TRIED SO HARD TO STOP ME, BUT THEN HE JUST HANDED IT TO ME. I GUESS ITS TIME FOR ME TO MAKE MY GRAND ENTRANCE”

And with that Ford fell limp. Stan didn’t notice, not until Ford pushed him off.

“Stanley stop! I’m sorry! That wasn’t-“

Ford pushed Stan off of him, but he didn’t fall back. He floated. Lola was crying, and Stan tried to reach for her.

“Ford! What’s going on!”

Ford tried to reach, he really did. But the world went silent and slow, and nothing Ford tried would reach him. He saw Lola run towards the portal. Ford stopped her, as she shook and bit and screamed. He saw the look in Stan’s eyes. He was scared. Ford cursed himself, cursed Stanley, cursed Bill and cursed the entire goddamn world. Stan’s eyes met Ford’s, full of disappointment and betrayal and maybe some understanding. He knew he was going to die. He turned to Lola.

“Lola, I love you.” He said, his body bathed in sickeningly blue light. 

“DADDY NO! COME BACK” Lola wailed. But the portal was sputtering closed now. It collapsed on itself. Leaving Stan stranded 

Ford could only stare, as Lola pleaded to the portal, made infinite promises. She was only little, she didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand. But she could blame.

Lola stood up, once it became clear that there was no bringing Stan back. She stared Ford down, with as much rage as she could hold.

“I HATE YOU!” She screamed. And she ran out of the basement, out of the house, into the blizzard outside.

Ford knew he had to make it up to Stan. If Stan was even alive in there. But still, it took him a moment too long to go looking for her

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Gods and Monsters

Yandere Neo x Reader

Random drabble series

Secret Garden

Heavily flawed and diverted concept as compared to the ORIGINAL STORYLINE, with shallow imagination and vague concepts I am too lazy to explain or expand upon.

In fact, it has to mean nothing at all, treat it as a wink to Keanuverse characters, a metafiction, or nonsense literature, or even better, find a meaning yourself.

Please enjoy.

Warnings: Attempted violence

Credit to the original owner of this GIF. Heavily unedited piece.

Drabble #2

The alleyways have not changed much. There was no necessity at the time of…reset, if you can call it that. You pass through them with ease, seeing what comes next before it actually does.

“I know a rogue when I see one.”

The deliberate, dragged tone almost catches you off guard, but only because you were distracted by yet another signal from Neo.

You sense him before you turn to see him–suited, still in those dark eyewear. The ‘agent’ would have been a part of your nightmares a few years ago. Now…

“Rogue?”

“You are, though, trying to hide in plain sight.”

“I, of all, do not need to hide.”

“Sure then.” He says, pointing his gun at you, and you sigh.

“It’s futile…take my advice, turn back and walk away.”

Of course, he would only respond with cocking his gun. He does not waste another moment to shoot.

But his lips part slightly with a frown when none of the bullets reach you. They defy all laws of physics applied here and pause midway before dropping at your feet like an offering.

“I understand this is what you are programmed to do…”

“How is this possible?” He whispers, “Who are you?”

“I’m afraid you cannot comprehend me, you aren’t programmed to. But since you asked– you and your kind, exist still…because I allowed you to. Helps keep the balance. Now, shoo.” You make a subtle dismissal gesture with your fingers before turning away and continuing to walk.

That’s when you hear him shoot again.

Really?

Annoyed, your turn just as the bullets are absorbed into you, leaving the agent speechless.

“How is this possible?”

Had he been more human, he would have shown some more emotions.

“There are no bullets, there’s no gun…There’s nothing…” is all the explanation you give while he checks his gun, reeling from the shock. 

Without another word, you walk away, suddenly certain about your next destination.

—-

The city buzzes at night louder and merrier than its hustle-life under the sun. 

‘Are you seeing this? It’s stunning.’

‘Yes’

‘How long do you plan to watch?’

‘You know that I do not need anything to watch.’

‘Yeah, I know, you have the sight.’

‘Yours will evolve in a few years.’

‘I’m hungry now.’

A restaurant catches your sight—not obscenely high-end, but decent enough for special occasions.

‘We don’t get hungry there.’

‘Hmm, but feel like having steak. Want to join?’

‘You’re mocking me with that?’

You can hear his smirk in your mind his words echo there.

‘No, reminds me of our first date.’

He scoffs as you make your way into the building, it feels like it is almost luring you in.

*****

[jakekazansky]

I had a dream last night that my birth control broke and was poking out of my arm. That was so terrifying